Dysarthria

I am the wind swept Month of May in rigour. Even death was late for me And kept the breeze hanging Until thistle and bone Were only remembered melodies Upon my heart. The cello Cacophony of symmetry. I am the wind swept Forest, decaying in those summer Suns that etch through Rebellious thorns to strive... Continue Reading →

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Thunderbird

I listen to the rain As it drums your name Against an empty pane And pain Reflects the world In stencils stretched Across arching street Light shimmer- winter seance In my head Plath Replays in detritus dreams But I am I am I am

Come

She whispers Through my decay Pulls me close As my mind strays If only I could make her stay I watch her chest rise And fall Watch her breasts arch And lock eyes Promises groan From her hips To arterial red lips, My name was placed Upon them Crawled between them With each kiss And... Continue Reading →

Keeper

She flicked her hips and Jesus fell He came so hard Went straight to Hell And all the angels knew full well That with her caress God would follow I am predictable Because I have died again All for a scent Carnal knowledge And lingering self deprecation I want to split her hips and redefine... Continue Reading →

Sounding Out P.

“Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech." - Simonides Pixelated images Dance across the carpet, Perhaps today Will wish the world anew, Preparing tomorrow For adventures too few, Prevised realism In great years to come, Precious postures Sweep into daze ahead, Playfully wishing For fears to be shed, Passion... Continue Reading →

Concrete Plastic Memory

♦ From my book ‘Nothing But The Rain’ ♦ "Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better." - Albert Einstein He moved into obscurity, Beyond tempered realities Of sequestered life, How were places forgotten? A wild public domain Hidden away between Impossible possibilities, Beyond buoyancy of mind, How he got here, You... Continue Reading →

Atrabilious Ataraxia

♦ From my book ‘Nothing But The Rain’ ♦ Consumed fiction becomes The facts of lingering souls, Regret lies to innocent truth, Manifesting within complexity, Intricate refined interactions, Where does darkness dwell When acolytes come all at once? Affable affinity to hidden rooms, Where all alone, we stand together, Am I my own antilogy? The... Continue Reading →

A Song Of Whispered Hours

Those faint wind-swept melodies skim the surface of aspiration’s pond. Winter Centurions, drowsy in long wait for the warmth of forgotten ancient bonds, mimic the fly away ends of life’s equilibrium. Quietus and cursory as the fall of Rome, Did you consider the lives you left behind? Each ‘you’ on rocky footing, weighed with age,... Continue Reading →

Thoughts on Gods

♦ From my book ‘Nothing But The Rain’ ♦ Raindrops in reverse, God cried so much for man That all the oceans couldn't hold Once spectacular cascades, They all talk with holy aegis, But the devil can quote scripture From back to front, front to back, Inside, outside, backside, With sacred claims of dignity Toxic... Continue Reading →

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